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*-* [Anal Warning]
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In the blink of an eye, three days had slipped by unnoticed.
After a quiet dinner, Fujiwara Takuya escorted Kisaki Eri to the upscale neighborhood in Manhattan.
This was the luxurious home he had purchased for her, a serene manor that looked private where she could nurture her pregnancy in peace.
"Eri, this is the place I've prepared just for you," he said softly, clasping her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze before leaning in for a tender kiss.
"Stay here, rest well, and take good care of our little one."
Eri felt a warm rush of happiness as she let him hold her hand, her heart swelling with contentment.
"By the way, Eri, why not bring Ran along? I recall she was eager to see your new home."
"No need for that," Eri replied with a slight shake of her head. "She's already suspicious about us. If we brought her here, she'd catch on easily. Especially if things heated up between us later and she'll see things she shouldn't."
Takuya nodded in understanding.
It made sense why Eri had left her daughter, Mouri Ran, behind.
Ran had clearly picked up on the sparks flying between them, so inviting her would only complicate matters.
His thoughts aligned perfectly with Eri's. Perhaps one day Ran would drop by unannounced and discover her mother's pregnancy.
The emotional blow would be devastating, especially since Ran still clung to the hope of her parents reuniting. How could Eri focus on her well-being with that kind of turmoil?
"You're heading back tomorrow," Eri murmured, suddenly wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace, her voice laced with reluctance. "Will you miss me?"
These past few days had been a blissful whirlwind—spending every waking moment together, daytime strolls, whispering sweet nothings, and losing themselves in passion.
The thought of separation tugged at her heartstrings.
"Don't worry," Takuya assured her, his arms encircling her waist as they held each other close, their gazes locked in silent affection.
"I'll visit every month during my time off. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself and our baby."
Their embrace deepened into a passionate kiss that lingered, stirring emotions neither wanted to end. Eri wished time could freeze in that perfect moment.
But the move had exhausted her, so Takuya held back from escalating things further.
"Eri, let's head back to the hotel for now," he suggested. "I'll see Ran off tomorrow, then bring you back here before catching a cab to the airport."
"Alright, let's go," she agreed, though her desire to stay with him burned strong. She knew she had to return soon to avoid raising Ran's suspicions.
Having a grown daughter like Ran was proving to be quite the obstacle, always interrupting at the worst times.
Eri couldn't help but reminisce about Ran's adorable childhood days.
Otherwise, she might have indulged in one last night of passion with Takuya before his departure.
The night faded swiftly into morning. Takuya and Eri personally accompanied Mouri Ran and Shinichi Kudo to the airport for their flight home.
Yukiko Kudo drove them, as she was the only one with a valid U.S. driver's license. Neither Takuya nor the others had one.
In the car, Takuya settled into the passenger seat, his right hand propping up his cheek as he gazed out the window. But in truth, his attention was fixed on Yukiko's reflection in the glass.
Over the past half-month, Yukiko had evolved from reluctantly pursuing him due to her system's tasks to willingly embracing their encounters as a way to repay his kindness.
Eventually, she had surrendered completely to his charms, descending into a state of utter abandon.
As a result, they had met daily—sometimes in the dead of night, even risking trysts right under Yusaku Kudo's nose.
Yukiko had grown genuinely fond of him, her feelings deepening with each stolen moment.
They exchanged covert glances, their eyes conveying unspoken desires, but their subtlety kept it hidden from the others.
The drive to the airport passed in a flash.
"Ran, when you get home, look after your father and don't slack on your studies," Eri said, gently combing her fingers through her daughter's hair, her voice tinged with sorrow.
She would be staying in the U.S. for nearly a year to focus on her pregnancy, meaning a long separation from Ran. The thought already made her ache with missing her.
Ran felt the same pull, reluctant to leave her mother.
But spotting Inspector Takuya nearby soured her mood instantly.
She had assumed he would return with them, but here he was, lingering behind.
As a Japanese police officer, shouldn't he be serving his country? Why stay unless it involved pursuing her mother—perhaps even aiming to become her stepfather?
No way. She couldn't let that happen.
"So, Officer Fujiwara, you're staying too? Don't you need to head back?" Ran asked, her tone probing.
Takuya could tell she suspected something between him and Eri. She was determined to keep them apart.
One day, he mused, he might have to win her over—or use Eri as leverage if needed. The thought made him feel like some cunning villain straight out of a story.
Yukiko, standing nearby, caught the odd tension in Ran's voice. She glanced between Takuya and Eri, wondering: Did Ran harbor feelings for Takuya, or had she wants to know if there was something between Takuya and her mother Eri?
Please, not the former—Yukiko couldn't stomach the idea of her best friend's daughter crushing on the man she was secretly involved with.
"I'll catch the flight tomorrow," Takuya replied casually, feigning curiosity. "Got some loose ends to tie up tonight. Why? Is there something on your mind?"
"Oh, nothing at all," Ran stammered, flustered. "Just wondering, that's it."
She couldn't very well admit her suspicions outright—that without her around, Takuya and her mother might cross lines.
"Hurry along and board," Eri urged, sharing a few more parting words before ushering Ran and Shinichi onto the plane.
Takuya climbed back into Yukiko's car, intending to drop Eri at her new manor before heading home.
He couldn't leave Eri to travel alone; even with the shadowy protections in place, he preferred caution to avoid drawing unwanted attention from U.S. authorities.
Yukiko sped along, soon arriving at the manor.
"Eri, this is where you'll be staying? I'll visit when I can," Yukiko said, eyeing the grand estate with a mix of admiration and suspicion.
Deep down, she wondered if Eri and Takuya shared more than friendship—though her own entanglement with him made her hesitant to pry.
"Yukiko, I need a ride to handle some delayed paperwork from yesterday," Takuya interjected mysteriously, careful not to reveal too much about his ties to Eri.
Before departing the country, he craved one final intimate farewell with Yukiko.
"Sure, hop in," Yukiko agreed, her heart sinking at the thought of his imminent departure.
Their time together had left her utterly fulfilled in ways Yusaku hadn't managed in years.
Without Takuya, she'd revert to a monotonous, unsatisfying routine.
No, she had to savor him one last time, devouring every moment before the inevitable goodbye.
Takuya slid into the car, sharing a lingering, reluctant glance with Eri as they pulled away. She reached out instinctively, mouthing "Come back soon," but Yukiko's presence held her back.
Yukiko drove him straight to an airport hotel.
"You book the room," she whispered to Takuya. "If I do it, the card trail might tip off Yusaku."
"No problem," he replied, swiping his card without hesitation.
He knew exactly why she wanted this— a last, fervent indulgence before parting. And he was more than willing to oblige, eager to explore every pleasure with her.
They entered the room swiftly. Yukiko draped her arms over his shoulders, her eyes soft and inviting.
"You're leaving for Japan soon. We might never... be like this again. I promised I'd do anything for you before you go."
Takuya smirked inwardly. He saw through her facade; it was Yukiko who craved this as much as he did.
Early on, he'd been the pursuer, testing her boundaries.
But lately, she'd sought him out, donning alluring outfits to captivate him—all under the guise of gratitude.
"Yukiko, since I'm heading out soon, let's make this one count," he said, his voice husky. "Show me how much you've improved from our special sessions. Has your stamina caught up?"
"Don't underestimate me," she retorted with a proud tilt of her chin, brimming with determination. "I've trained hard—I'm not the same woman anymore. You won't knock me out this time. I'll match you every step."
Since their earlier encounters, she'd often succumbed to exhaustion.
But the system's enhancements had rejuvenated her, restoring her youth and vitality to that of a woman in her twenties.
Takuya had noticed the changes intimately—the glow of her skin, the firmness of her body, even the fading of old sun-kissed marks.
💖[R-18 Scene]💖
As soon as they closed the hotel room door, the atmosphere became heavy with suppressed desire.
Yukiko's heart pounded when Takuya looked directly at her.
He had booked the room under his name, no questions asked, and now the sprawling queen-sized bed dominated the space like an invitation neither of them intended to refuse.
"Whole day, Yukiko," he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough. "No interruptions. No Yusaku. Just you and me… and every filthy little thing I've been dying to do to you since breakfast."
Before she could answer, his hands were on her waist, lifting her effortlessly.
Yukiko gasped as he tossed her onto the bed, the mattress bouncing beneath her with a soft thud.
Her pink sundress fluttered up to her thighs, revealing a flash of white lace that made Takuya's eyes darken further. She propped herself on her elbows, chest rising and falling, lips parted in anticipation.
"Takuya…"
He was on her in an instant, knees bracketing her hips, one hand bracing beside her head while the other tangled in her hair.
He kissed her with a hunger that was almost violent, a kiss that stole her breath without giving her anything in exchange.
Yukiko surrendered to the moment, her hands gripping his shoulders while his tongue explored her mouth, savoring each part of it with a gentle rhythm.
He tasted of coffee and sin, and she couldn't get enough.
"God, you're addictive," he growled against her mouth, nipping her bottom lip hard enough to make her whimper.
"Do you know how many times I've had to stop myself from dragging you into a closet these past few days? Watching you pretend to be the perfect wife while you're soaking wet thinking about me…"
He shifted lower, lips trailing fire along her jaw to the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
Yukiko arched involuntarily as he sucked there, teeth grazing skin, marking her where no one else would see.
💖His free hand slid down her body, palming her breast through the thin fabric of her sundress, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked against his touch.
"Takuya, please—" Her voice cracked, needy.
"Please what, gorgeous?" he teased, breath hot against her ear. "Please kiss you here?" His mouth moved to her neck, open-mouthed kisses that left wet trails and tiny bruises in their wake.
"Or here?" He dragged his lips along her collarbone, tongue flicking out to taste her skin. Yukiko's fingers dug into his hair, holding him there as shivers raced down her spine.
💖His hands found her ass then—large, possessive palms squeezing hard enough to lift her hips off the bed.
He ground against her once, letting her feel exactly how much he wanted her, before sliding his fingers under the hem of her dress.
With a single, smooth motion, he peeled the pink sundress up and over her head, tossing it aside like it offended him.
💖She was positioned below him, clad in nothing but white, floral lace; a fragile bra contained her full breasts, and a thong of the same pattern barely concealed her pussy.
Takuya pulled back just enough to drink her in, eyes raking over every inch like he was memorizing her.
"Fuck," he breathed, voice reverent. "Look at you. All wrapped up like a present I get to unwrap slowly." His fingers traced the lace edge of her bra, dipping beneath to tease the swell of her breast.
"Did you put on this bra for my sake? Knowing I'd rip everything else off but leave this on while I play with you?"
💖Yukiko's cheeks flushed, but she didn't deny it. "Maybe," she whispered, biting her lip.
With a wicked, triumphant grin, he bent and kissed the soft skin above her bra cups, near the tops of her breasts.
💖His tongue traced the lace border, dipping into her cleavage, tasting salt and warmth and her.
Every kiss was deliberate, teasing, never quite giving her what she wanted.
When he finally closed his lips around one lace-covered nipple and sucked hard, Yukiko cried out, back bowing off the bed.
"Ahhnn~!"
"Sensitive today, aren't we?" he murmured, switching to the other breast, teeth scraping gently through the fabric.
His hand never stopped moving—squeezing her ass again, pulling her tighter against him, then sliding lower.
💖He cupped her through the thong, his fingers tracing slow circles on the soaked lace against her clit.
Yukiko's hips jerked, a broken moan spilling from her lips. "Takuya—oh god—"
"That's it," he praised, voice husky. "Let me hear you. I want every sound you make today. Been too long since I've had you spread out like this, begging with that pretty voice."
His fingers slipped beneath the thong, gliding through slick folds, spreading her wetness but never quite pushing inside.
💖He rubbed her clit in tight, relentless circles, watching her face twist with pleasure.
She was trembling now, thighs clenching around his hand, breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
Takuya kissed her again, slower this time, swallowing every moan as he brought her closer and closer to the edge without letting her fall.
"Please," she whimpered against his mouth, nails raking down his back. "I need—"
"I know what you need," he whispered, nipping her earlobe. "And I'm going to give it to you… all day long. We've got hours before that flight, Yukiko. And I'm nowhere near done tasting every inch of you."
💖He pressed harder, fingers slick and merciless, until her entire body went taut—then shattered.
"Ahhhhhh~~~!!!"
💕 SQUIRT! 💕
Yukiko came with a choked cry, hips bucking against his hand, waves of pleasure crashing over her as he kissed her through it, murmuring filthy praise against her lips.
When she finally went limp, panting and glowing, Takuya pulled back just enough to smirk down at her.
"That's one," he said, voice dark with promise. "We've got the whole day, gorgeous. I plan to make you forget everyone who has ever even slightly touched you."
Yukiko could only whimper, already reaching for him again.
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Takuya's fingers hooked under the delicate lace of her bra, the fabric straining against her heaving breasts.
With a low growl, he tore it apart in one sharp yank—white floral shreds fluttering to the floor like confetti.
💖Yukiko's full, heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff and begging for attention.
He didn't give them time to cool; his mouth descended, sucking one peak hard while his hand kneaded the other, rolling the sensitive bud between thumb and forefinger until she arched with a throaty "Nngh—Takuya!"
His hands slid lower, gripping the thin straps of her thong. Another rip—lace tearing like paper—and the last barrier was gone.
💖Her shaved pussy glistened, swollen and slick from her earlier orgasm, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. Takuya's eyes darkened to near black.
"Christ, look at you," he rasped, voice rough with lust. "Naked and wet, just for me. Been dreaming about this pussy all morning."
💖He pushed her thighs wider, settling between them.
Yukiko's breath hitched as his lips brushed her inner thigh, then higher—soft, reverent kisses trailing up to her slick pussy folds.
The first gentle press of his mouth against her clit drew a sharp, shuddering moan from her throat: "Ahh—oh god—" Her hips jerked involuntarily, but he held her down, tongue flicking out to taste her, slow and deliberate.
He kissed her again, more intensely this time, his mouth enclosing her clit and gently sucking until she quivered and her fingers clenched the sheets.
"Mmm… so sweet," he murmured against her, voice vibrating through her core. "But today, gorgeous… I want to try something new."
He pulled back, reaching for the nightstand drawer.
💖Yukiko's eyes followed, widening as he produced a small bottle of lube—clear, thick, and unmistakably prepared. Her breath caught.
"Takuya… what—"
"Shh." He flipped the cap, pouring a generous stream over his fingers, then tilted the bottle lower.
💖Cool lube dripped between her cheeks, sliding over her tight, untouched entrance.
Yukiko gasped, hips twitching, and shook her head frantically.
"I—I've never… not there," she whispered, voice trembling with nerves. "Takuya, I can't—"
💖He silenced her with another slow, open-mouthed kiss to her pussy, tongue swirling lazily as if to soothe.
When he looked up, his eyes were warm, promising. "I've got you, Yukiko. Trust me. I'll take care of you—slow, gentle. It won't hurt. Just breathe."
She nibbled her lip, hesitant, but his eyes conveyed such adoration that she nodded with a tremor.
Takuya shed his clothes in seconds, shirt and pants hitting the floor.
His cock sprang free; thick, heavy, veins pulsing along the length.
Yukiko's eyes widened in genuine alarm.
"That… that's not going to fit," she breathed, staring at the sheer size of him.
He chuckled low and filthily, stroking himself once, twice, coating his palm in lube.
"We'll make it fit, baby. You'll take every inch and beg for more."
He knelt behind her, guiding her onto her back, knees drawn up and spread wide.
💖One lubed finger traced the cleft of her ass, circling the tight ring of muscle with feather-light strokes.
Yukiko whimpered, tensing.
"Relax," he murmured, leaning down to rim her with his tongue—slow, wet circles around the sensitive rim that made her jolt and moan, "Haa—oh!"
The sensation was foreign, electric, and so intensely intimate she felt her face burn.
💖His finger pressed gently, just the tip breaching her. She clenched instinctively, but he shushed her softly, kissing her inner thigh. "Breathe out, gorgeous. Let me in."
She did, and the finger slid deeper—slow, slick, stretching her open with careful twists.
💖A second finger joined, scissoring gently, opening her asshole wider. Yukiko's moans grew breathier, a mix of nerves and unexpected pleasure. "Nngh… Takuya… it's—ahh—so full…"
"Good girl," he praised, voice rough. "Taking my fingers so well. Look at you, dripping. You're ready."
He withdrew his fingers, slicking his cock thoroughly—lube glistening from base to tip.
💖The blunt head of his cock nudged her entrance, pressing, waiting.
Yukiko's breath hitched, hands clutching the sheets.
"Eyes on me," he commanded softly. She obeyed, and he pushed—slow, relentless pressure.
💖The tight ring of her ass resisted, then gave way with a pop.
Yukiko's mouth fell open in a silent cry, eyes fluttering as the thick head breached her.
"Fuck—so tight," Takuya groaned, jaw clenched. "So fucking tight around me."
💖He paused, letting her adjust, then slid deeper—inch by inch, controlled and deliberate.
Yukiko's back arched, a high, broken moan spilling from her lips: "Ahh—Takuya—it's too much—nngh!"
"Shh, I've got you," he soothed, one hand stroking her clit in slow circles to ease the stretch.
💖Another inch, and she was gasping, thighs trembling, the fullness overwhelming. When he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt, they both stilled—sweat-slick, panting.
"Please…", she whispered, voice wrecked.
He moved.
Slow, shallow thrusts at first, letting her feel every drag of his cock inside her.
💖Her moans grew louder, deeper—raw, guttural sounds that echoed off the walls.
"Oh god—yes—right there—ahh!" Her body rocked with each stroke, breasts bouncing, nipples grazing his chest.
Takuya's hands gripped her waist, leverage to drive deeper.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
The pace built—steady, then faster, the slick sounds of lube and skin filling the room. Yukiko's head thrashed, hair sticking to her damp forehead.
"Fuck, Yukiko—your ass is gripping me like a vice," he growled, thrusting harder. "Taking my cock so deep—look at you, falling apart."
💖She was—spasming around him, the stretch turning into a dark, filthy pleasure that coiled tight in her belly. His thumb pressed her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts, and she shattered.
"Takuya—cumming—ahHHH!" Her body convulsed, ass clenching rhythmically around his cock as she came hard, juices dripping down her thighs. The sight undid him.
"Fuck—gonna fill you up," he snarled, hips snapping faster.
Three, four deep strokes and he buried himself to the root, groaning loud and long as he came—hot, thick pulses pumping deep into her ass.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Yukiko whimpered at the sensation, the warmth spreading inside her.
He paused within, both of them quaking, and then withdrew with care, gradually.
💖A trickle of cum followed, dripping down between her butt cheeks.
Takuya grabbed a warm towel from the bathroom, wiping her clean with tender strokes, then gathered her into his arms.
Yukiko curled against his chest, boneless and glowing, tracing lazy patterns on his skin. "That was… insane," she murmured, voice hoarse.
He kissed her spine, slow and soft. "Told you I'd take care of you," he whispered. "And we've still got hours before that flight."
POSITION 1: DOGGY STYLE ANAL
The hotel room smelled of sex and sin — a heady cocktail of lube, sweat, and the sharp, musky scent of Takuya's cum already leaking from Yukiko's stretched, trembling body.
The queen-sized bed was a battlefield of twisted sheets, torn lace, and damp spots where her pussy had gushed during her last orgasm.
💖Afternoon sunlight slanted through the half-open curtains, painting golden stripes across her flushed skin as she knelt on all fours, ass high in the air, face buried in a pillow soaked with her own drool.
Takuya stood behind her, cock jutting out like a weapon — thick, veined, glistening with lube and the creamy remnants of his first load.
His hands roamed her body possessively: one sliding up her sweat-slick spine, the other squeezing the soft, jiggling flesh of her ass.
💖He spread her cheeks wide, watching in dark fascination as his cum oozed slowly from her gaping asshole — a pearly white trickle that slid down her inner thigh and dripped onto the sheets.
"Fuck, Yukiko," he growled, voice low and filthy, "look at this greedy little ass. Still gaping from my cock… still leaking my cum like it can't get enough."
💖He leaned over and kissed her lower back, his mouth open and hot, tasting the salt of her skin with his tongue.
"You're a mess, baby. A beautiful, drooling, cum-soaked mess — and I'm just getting started."
Yukiko whimpered into the pillow, her arms trembling beneath her.
"T-Takuya… I can't—nngh—it's too much—" Her voice cracked, hoarse from screaming, but her hips pushed back instinctively, chasing the heat of his touch.
He chuckled, dark and dangerous.
"Can't? Baby, you're gonna take me again. And again. Until this ass is so full of my cum you'll feel me every time you sit on your car back home."
💖He straightened, gripping her hips with bruising force, lining his cock up with her slick, fluttering entrance. The blunt head of his cock nudged her rim — still swollen, still sensitive — and she jolted with a sharp, "Ahh—!"
"Relax, gorgeous," he murmured, one hand sliding up to tangle in her hair, tugging gently so her head lifted from the pillow. "Look back at me. I want to see those pretty tears while I split you open."
She obeyed, turning her tear-streaked face toward him.
Her lips were swollen, glossy with drool, eyes glassy and blown wide with lust.
💖A thin strand of saliva connected her mouth to the pillow as she panted, "Please… Takuya… fuck my ass…"
His grin was pure predator. "That's my girl."
He pushed in — slowly, relentlessly, savoring every inch.
The stretch was obscene, her tight ring resisting for a heartbeat before giving way with a wet, filthy *schlick*.
Yukiko's mouth fell open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back as the thick head breached her.
"Nngh… oh god… Takuya… it's… ahHHH… so big… stretching me… oooh!"
He didn't stop.
💖Inch by agonizing inch, he fed his cock into her ass, watching her body swallow him whole.
Her back arched, breasts swaying beneath her, nipples dragging against the sheets with every tremor.
When he finally bottomed out — balls pressed flush against her dripping pussy — they both groaned in unison.
"Fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth, fingers digging into her hips.
💖"So tight—like a fucking fist. You feel that, Yukiko? Every vein, every pulse? This ass was made for my cock."
She couldn't answer — only sob, drool spilling from her lips in a long, glistening thread as her body adjusted to the invasion.
💖He gave her a moment, then pulled back slowly, dragging his length through her clenching walls until only the tip remained.
Then he *slammed* back in — hard, deep, punishing.
"AH—TAKUYA!" Her scream echoed off the walls, raw and broken.
The bedframe rattled, headboard slamming against the wall in a frantic rhythm.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
He set a brutal pace immediately — no warm-up, no mercy — hips snapping against her ass with sharp, wet *slap-slap-slap* sounds that filled the room.
"Yes—yes—fuck—harder—nngh!" Yukiko babbled, tears streaming down her cheeks, pooling on the pillow.
Her fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, as her body rocked forward with every thrust.
💖Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples scraping the fabric, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to her core.
Takuya leaned over her, chest to her back, one hand snaking around to grope her breast, pinching the nipple hard.
"You love this, don't you?" he growled into her ear, nipping the lobe.
"Love getting your ass pounded like a cheap whore. Say it, Yukiko. Tell me how much you love being my anal slut."
"I—ahh—love it!" she sobbed, voice cracking. "Love your cock—stretching me—ruining me—oh god—don't stop—please—nngh—Takuya!"
💖He rewarded her with a deep, intense thrust, pressing against her sensitive spot until her eyes rolled back.
"That's right, baby. Scream for me. Let the whole fucking hotel know who's owning this ass."
His other hand slid down, fingers finding her clit — swollen, slick, throbbing.
He rubbed it in tight, ruthless circles, matching the rhythm of his hips.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
Yukiko's moans turned into a continuous wail — "Ahh—ahh—ahh—yes—right there—gonna—gonna—AHHRRRR!"
She came *hard* — body convulsing, ass clenching around his cock like a vice, pussy gushing onto the sheets in a hot, messy flood.
💖Tears poured down her face, drool flying from her lips as she thrashed beneath him, completely undone.
The way she looked and felt as she convulsed against him made him lose it.
"Fuck—gonna fill you up again—take it—take every drop—nngh—FUCK!" He buried himself to the hilt, hips jerking erratically as he came — thick, hot ropes of cum pumping deep into her ass, overflowing immediately, leaking out around his cock in creamy rivulets.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
He kept thrusting through it, milking every pulse, until they both collapsed forward — him on top of her, cock still twitching inside her, her body trembling beneath him.
💖Cum leaked steadily from her gaping asshole, pooling beneath her thighs, mixing with her own juices in a filthy puddle.
Takuya kissed the back of her neck, her shoulder, her sweat-soaked hair. "Good girl," he murmured, voice rough with aftershocks. "So fucking good. But don't think we're done…"
POSITION 2: MISSIONARY ANAL WITH LEGS OVER SHOULDERS
Yukiko was a vision of debauchery — sprawled on her back, legs trembling, chest heaving, face a wreck of tears, drool, and flushed ecstasy.
Cum leaked from her ass in slow, obscene dribbles, staining the sheets beneath her.
💖Takuya knelt between her thighs, eyes dark with hunger, cock already hard again and slick with lube and their combined mess.
He grabbed a thick pillow, sliding it under her hips to tilt her pelvis up — angling her ass perfectly for what he had planned.
💖Then, with gentle but firm hands, he pushed her legs back, folding her in half until her knees nearly touched her shoulders.
The position left her completelyexposed — pussy dripping, ass lifted and gaping, clit swollen and begging.
"Fuck, look at you," he breathed, voice reverent and filthy all at once. "Folded up like a pretzel, ass in the air, leaking my cum like a faucet. You're a goddamn work of art, Yukiko."
She whimpered, trying to hide her face in the pillow, but he caught her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"No hiding," he said, leaning down to kiss her — slow, deep, swallowing her moan. "I want to see every tear, every drool, every time you fall apart on my cock."
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, sucking a fresh bruise into her collarbone.
💖Then lower — mouthing at her breasts, tongue swirling around one nipple before biting down just hard enough to make her cry out. "Ahh—Takuya—sensitive—nngh!"
"Sensitive?" he teased, switching to the other breast, teeth scraping. "Good. I want you feeling everything."
💖His hand slid between her legs, fingers gliding through her soaked folds, then up to circle her clit.
He pulled back, coating his cock with more lube — though she was so open now, so slick with cum and arousal, he barely needed it.
The thick head pressed against her entrance, and he pushed in — slow, deliberate, watching her face twist with pleasure-pain.
"Oh—oh fuck—Takuya!" she wailed, back arching off the bed. "It's—nngh—too deep—gonna split me—ahh—please—"
"Please what?" he growled, sinking deeper, inch by inch. "Please stop? Or please fuck you harder?" He bottomed out with a groan, balls pressed against her, cock buried so deep she swore she could feel him in her throat.
💖She couldn't answer — only sob, drool spilling from her lips as her body stretched to accommodate him.
He gave her a moment, then pulled back and slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm.
The angle was brutal — every thrust hitting new, sensitive spots inside her, making her see stars.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
"AH—AH—YES—FUCK—TAKUYA!" Her screams were raw, unbroken, echoing off the walls.
💖Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples grazing his chest, sending sparks straight to her core.
Tears streamed down her temples, pooling in her hair, as drool leaked from the corner of her mouth in a steady stream.
💖He leaned down, kissing her through the tears — messy, desperate, tongues tangling as he fucked her into the mattress.
"You're taking me so well, baby," he panted against her lips. "Look at you — folded in half, ass stuffed full of my cock, crying and drooling like a porn star. You love this, don't you?"
"Yes—yes—love it—love your cock—ruining me—nngh—don't stop—please—AHHRRR!"
He reached down, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in tight, merciless circles.
💖The dual stimulation shattered her — she came with a guttural scream, body convulsing, ass clenching around him so hard he saw white. "TAKUYA— CUMMING— CUMMING— OH GOD— AHNNNN!"
Her orgasm triggered his — he thrust deep, grinding against her as he came, flooding her ass with another thick load.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
"Fuck— take it— take every drop— YES!" Cum overflowed immediately, leaking out around his cock, dripping down her crack and pooling on the pillow.
He kept thrusting through it, drawing out both their pleasure until they were both shaking. Then he slowed, kissing her softly — her lips, her cheeks, her tears.
POSITION 3: PRONE BONE ANAL
Yukiko was beyond coherent thought — a limp, trembling mess of sweat, tears, and cum.
Her body glistened under the golden afternoon light, ass red and gaping, leaking a steady stream of Takuya's seed.
💖He rolled her gently onto her stomach, sliding another pillow under her hips to raise her ass just enough while keeping her chest pressed to the bed — the perfect prone bone position.
She whimpered into the pillow, face buried in damp fabric, drool pooling beneath her cheek. "T-Takuya… can't… too much…"
He kissed the back of her neck, her shoulder, her spine — slow, reverent. "You can, baby. You will. One more time. I want to feel you flat under me while I breed this ass one last time."
💖He straddled her thighs, spreading her cheeks with both hands.
The sight was obscene — her hole gaping, flushed, dripping cum in thick, creamy strands.
💖He groaned, cock throbbing as he slicked himself one final time. Then he pressed the tip against her anal entrance and pushed — slow, deep, relentless.
"Nngh—Takuya—too full—ahh—gonna break—oooh!" Her voice was wrecked, muffled by the pillow, but her hips lifted instinctively, chasing the stretch.
💖He sank in to the hilt, weight pinning her to the bed, cock buried so deep she felt it in her spine.
"Fuck," he hissed, forehead pressed to her shoulder blade. "So tight like this — like you're swallowing me whole."
💖He started slow — long, grinding thrusts that dragged against her every nerve.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
The position was intimate, overwhelming — his chest to her back, hips rolling in a steady, filthy rhythm.
Yukiko's moans were constant, broken — "Ahh—ahh—yes—deeper—nngh—Takuya—please—"
He reached under her, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts.
The dual sensation built fast — too fast — and she shattered with a sob, body convulsing beneath him. "CUMMING— AHHRRR— TAKUYA— YES!"
Her clenching pulled him over — he thrust deep, grinding as he came, pumping her full one last time.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
"Fuck— take it— all of it!" Cum overflowed, leaking down her thighs, pooling beneath her.
He collapsed over her, kissing her spine, holding her tight as they both trembled through the afterglow.
The room was silent except for their ragged breathing — and the slow, obscene drip of cum from her ruined, perfect ass.
💖[R-18 Scene End]💖
They lost themselves in passion for hours on the hotel bed.
Afterward, Yukiko rested her head on his broad shoulder, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with her lips, dreading the separation.
"Takuya, you're really going back. How did I do? I've come so far these past days."
"You were incredible," he admitted, pinching her playfully and nipping at her neck. "Your endurance is off the charts—we went for ages without you fading. Way better than before."
Yukiko preened under the praise, flaunting her rejuvenated features—smoother skin, a radiant complexion that turned heads.
Even Yusaku had noticed, attempting advances, but she'd rebuffed him firmly.
No one could claim her now, not even her husband.
He'd neglected her for months; she wouldn't yield just because she looked younger.
The system's standards were strict too—only S-level talents like Takuya qualified.
Yusaku, merely A-minus, didn't measure up. So, she'd distanced herself, prioritizing her time with Takuya over everything.
"I'm off now," Takuya said, gathering his clothes from the floor. "Head home and rest. Don't wander out at night—it's risky."
His flight departed in ninety minutes; even in first class, he needed to board promptly.
Yukiko watched him go, her heart heavy. She'd been utterly captivated by his prowess.
Only after he vanished did a thought strike her: she hadn't taken precautions lately.
If she ended up pregnant with his child... well, she'd welcome it. Shinichi's haughty demeanor had worn thin; a sweet new baby might be just what she needed.
Takuya settled into his first-class seat, newspaper in hand, though his mind wandered to the system—Yukiko's enigmatic scripture system.
His prior rewards had bolstered Yukiko's youth and strength. Over the half-month of their intense liaisons, she'd fulfilled tasks but delayed claiming prizes.
With separation looming, it was time to grant her something.
[Ding! Congratulations to host Yukiko: Super Transformation upgraded to Perfect Disguise Skill.]
Yukiko, just starting her car, perked up at the system's chime. It surfaced sporadically but always delivered worthwhile boons.
Last time, it had youthened and fortified her body—pure bliss.
This reward, though? Perfect disguise skills? She huffed in mild annoyance.
Her existing talents rivaled masters like Sharon Vineyard; did the system think her lacking?
Pouting, she drove off, shelving the thought. Time to escape this place.
[Ding! Congratulations to host Takuya: Double reward received—Puar's Transformation Technique.]
Takuya's face lit up with excitement.
Puar—from Dragon Ball, Yamcha's sidekick, a minor character with a major gift: shape-shifting.
This was an amplified disguise art, surpassing even Kaito Kid's voice mimicry. Tailor-made for him.
With it, he could alter his form at will—perfect for infiltrating the Black Organization or committing violent deeds without trace.
Claiming the reward, he grasped its essence: biological-level changes, reshaping genes, fingerprints, everything. No exposure risk.
He could impersonate anyone—even Ran or Eri. The possibilities thrilled him wickedly.
Yukiko's system kept delivering gems. Her prior enhancement had doubled for him, boosting his physique and magic by ten points.
Gazing out the plane window at the receding landscape, Takuya brimmed with anticipation. He was stronger now, but the grind continued.
Once Eri birthed their child, her system's maternity rewards would double for him too.
Yukiko's future gains hinged on him, There were many paths to power and pleasure. He intended to walk them all.
Back home, he'd prioritize Miyano Akemi's pregnancy; her mistress system promised dual rewards upon delivery.
What a glorious day.
By the time the first-class cabin settled into the steady drone of flight, Takuya sat with a newspaper in hand but far from its headlines.
He watched the city recede beneath clouds and felt something like anticipation settle inside him. He was stronger now, more dangerous, armed with skills that could reshuffle his future.
Lounging in first class, reminiscing about his escapades with Yukiko, Vermouth, and Eri, a pang of regret hit him. His thoughts kept returning to Eri's quiet face and Yukiko's new, luminous pale skin. He almost wished to stay.
But duty called—he was an inspector with responsibilities.
More importantly, Japan teemed with untapped beauty; he couldn't forsake them for just these few in the U.S.
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